A Rock and My Birthplace

Bewteen two granite stones large enough to keep Jesus tucked away three plus days lies a crack so thin it doesn't allow shadows in though water finds its proper place. In winter it freezes Summer evaporates  its every molecule It expands in fall Renews in spring so when roses  bloom, crimson combines  pinks and reds. May comes. Dizzy Gillespie plays the blues and heavenly tunes fall from heaven  sticking to my thoughts  like ants on picnic food. Saturated with the idea of being love drenched, I took my clothes off  to skinny dip but slipped and punctured my heart supplying a stream with flow. When it rains is when God finds time  to remind me of life saving lines. Forever combines, if only in the moments  when sun doesn't shine and I stand in rain shouting against the wind. At the core of my foundation,  a woman's tears were at the heart of  my formation. Even granite, must yield to this.